I was cut again and again, but scarcely knew it.

I stood on quivering flesh, driving my weapon from right to left, crazed with blood, and seeking only to kill.

I saw faces crushed in, arms severed, men reeling before me in terror, the sudden spurting of blood from ghastly wounds.

Oaths mingled with cries of agony and shouts of hate.

Then in an instant the light was dashed out and all was darkness.
It was as though my brain snapped back into ascendency.